The Girl Of Moonlight

The Routine of My Bullies

Above is a picture of your sweetheart, Ayumu. I never said this, but you're in highschool ;P

 Keomi stares at me, her eyes boring holes into my head.

"Well?" she presses, expecting me to answer. I stared back at her with a bored expression and answer with an emotionless statement.

"What I'm doing is none of your concern Keomi."

She glares at me and face twists into a scowl. She pulls her left hand back and whips it forwards, striking me across my face. I feel the burning sensation on my right cheek and slowly cover it with my hand. We are all silent for a moment as I absorb what just happened.

"Just leave me the fuck alone for right now," I say quietly and as politely as possible.

"Fine! But just because I don't want to deal with your shit!" Keomi shouts at me, causing me to flinch back. She leans back, smiling successfully. Keomi, Mihoko and Junko turn on their heel and walk away. The three bitches. Hanako stays for a moment and flashes me a sympathetic smile, before following the rest of her group.

I see that Ayumu has arrived and is quickly walking towards me with concern in his eyes. He sits next to me and brings up his right hand. He then gently pulls away the hand that was covering my cheek. Kind of forgot about that. He places my hand in his lap and brings up his left hand to my cheek. I flinch back, and he waits a minute before moving back to try again. I let him touch it this time, but not without my face twisting into a grimace. Ayumu's face has twisted into a sympathetic smile. I can tell that it's a bit swollen and bruised by the amount of pain and the stiffness face that I feel.

I lean into his touch, craving his love and affection, and the comforting vibe that he gives off. It's just nice to have him here and have that sense of protection. He's just wanting help, I know, but my cheek is starting to hurt again. I want him to stop.

I lightly take his hand and pull it away from my cheek. After I place our hands on my knee, I lean in and rest my forehead on his shoulder, just wanting a hug or cuddles or someway to show that he truly cares for me. I always check and it makes me feel even more comforted by him. He wraps his arms around me, his hands meeting about midway up my back. I returned the gesture, my arms wrapping around his back, a little lower than his arms are on me. This sort of love made me feel whole and not as broken as I really am. If only it could last forever. 

So, from here, my writing process will slow down. I still have yet to finish chapter five. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Sorrowfully,

Fell D